[Comprehensive] I could have HE!

The situation... is a little off.

Eri looked at the expressionless young man next to her, and then at her father in the car with a silent face. She felt that she was at the crossroads of two cold currents. Fortunately, she had been coping with it since she opened her eyes in the hospital. Lu Yuan's twins and Yukimura Seiichi are troublesome, with extremely strong psychological qualities, so if nothing happened, I would introduce these two icebergs to each other.

"that……"

Before she could speak, Beichuan's father frowned, and first noticed her clothes, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"?" Eri followed his gaze, looked down at her white nightgown and coat, and then realized that she was dressed like this in the middle of the night, and there was a person of the opposite sex standing next to her. For my father, it may be a bit exciting...

Since this is the case, then the excuse of "the weather is good to watch the moon" probably cannot be used.

The girl is heartbroken, but on the surface she has an open-minded look of "don't say that I know I was wrong"... The father who was in a bad mood wanted to say something more, but seeing her like this, he unconsciously softened his attitude , coughed.

Normally, if she didn't contradict her, she would be considered a good performer. Could it be because of...?

The father's eyes naturally turned to the boy next to him.

——Because you want to impress the person you like?

He didn't know what he thought of, he looked at the boy deeply for a moment, and said to his daughter, "Eri, you go back first."

"... Huh?" Eri blinked, subconsciously trying to reject this inexplicable arrangement—but before she could say it, the boy suddenly took a step closer to her, and stretched out his hand from behind, gently held her fingertips.

Perhaps it was because of the night's climate, his body temperature was not high, and when his fingertips touched, there was even a slight chill, but the girl's reaction was as if she had been scalded, she suddenly curled up her fingers and clasped them in her palm.

Tezuka seemed to just want to prevent her from speaking out against her. Even under the eyes of the elders, this gesture clearly carried an unspeakable ambiguity, but the young man was serious, and he withdrew his hand after conveying the meaning, showing no sign of discomfort. appearance.

Eri: "..."

It seemed that neither of them needed to be present in the following conversation. She was a little speechless, and always felt that if it was Tezuka...it seemed that there was nothing to worry about. After figuring this out, she turned and walked home.

Pushing open the door, Matsuno Kasunari was still playing games on the ground, forgetting to eat and sleep. Eri warmed up two cups of milk, handed him a cup, and reminded, "Quickly clear the level, your father is coming back."

Matsuno Kazunari's hand that received the milk trembled and almost fell to the ground, "How do you know? Did you see it?"

"Is it that scary?" Eri looked at her younger brother incomprehensibly.

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Yi Cheng's expression was a little complicated.

In public and in private, his father is always the kind of patriarch who says nothing. To be honest, at his age, Beichuan Eri is the first person he has ever met who dares to contradict his father.Maybe it's because she grew up with her grandfather and lacked respect for this strange family. Before she lost her memory, the communication between them was limited to looking at each other and hating each other, but she communicated more with her father, and they quarreled endlessly when they met. .

When he was a child, he vaguely heard other people’s gossip. It is said that the relationship between his father and grandfather has been at odds for many years. Sending Beichuan Eri to be raised is a symbol of the truce between them. According to this line of thinking, she lived with her grandfather and rejected him. It's a matter of course.

"What? Are you scared?" Eri was still looking at him.

"...Nothing!!" Matsuno Kazunari originally planned to retreat, but was provoked by her, and immediately sat back in his original position, holding the game controller and continuing to clear the level - he was actually quite scared, but he probably was caught by Beichuan Eri attracts firepower, and the flames of war should not affect herself.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and Beichuan's father walked in.

Eri looked behind him, "Where's my friend?"

"..." Although the girl is extroverted, the father who returned home in the middle of the night inevitably felt a little desolate. He put on a poker face and said briefly, "I'm going home."

"It's so late..." Eri murmured something in a low voice, seeming to disagree.

That's right, I've watched this plot many times, and Matsuno thought to himself, the next sentence should be a quarrel.

"I'll make a call to him." Who knew that the girl would not play the cards according to common sense, and she was about to walk away from the battlefield and walk upstairs to the room.

"Wait a minute." The father stopped her, and habitually scolded his daughter a few words like a lesson to his subordinates, "Next time you go out, don't be so reckless. How is it decent to dress like this? Do you know?"

"..."

It's time to quarrel.

Matsuno Kasunari took a sip of milk and watched silently.

"It's pretty." Eri tugged on her skirt, "I bought it new, it would be a pity not to wear it for others to see."

Father:"……"

younger brother:"……"

The two men in the living room were choked by her nonsense and had nothing to say, feeling that the woman really was a creature living on another planet.Taking advantage of no one to refute, Eri turned around calmly and left.

Beichuan's father and Matsuno Kasunari looked at each other for a while, and after a while, the former's face darkened, "Why are you playing games again?!"

"..."

The room with good sound insulation can block out the sound of her father scolding her younger brother outside. Eri picked up her phone, thought for a while, and just sent Tezuka a greeting text message asking if she was home.

Tezuka replied quickly, and Eri saw the screen light up, and called back directly.

"Are you home?" Eri heard the sound of him opening the door with a key, "... so fast, is your home not far from here?"

"kindness."

"... Oh." She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Tezuka's voice was a little deeper than usual - although just from the phone, the emotions he could express were only ordinary coldness and very coldness.

"What did my dad tell you? Didn't he make things difficult for you?" she continued.

"No." Tezuka was probably standing in the yard, and the sound of the pond's running water could be heard softly, "If there's nothing else, hurry up—"

"Can't sleep!" Eri quickly cut off his words, hugged the pillow and rolled on the bed, subconsciously used a coquettish tone to satisfy curiosity, "Tell me, or I will have insomnia for the whole time at night!"

"..."

"Guoguang?"

Maybe it was her unconscious gesture similar to the previous one, the boy was silent for a while, but still said with a rare compromise, "He asked me to ask you if you would like to hold a birthday party."

"That's it?" The girl looked a little disappointed, "Then what?"

"..."

"Gone?"

Tezuka adjusted his glasses, "I suggest he ask in person."

Eri: "..." She subconsciously touched her forearm exposed outside her pajamas, feeling suddenly very cold.

I have to say, young man, your answer is really chilling...

She thought it was a bit funny that her father hit a snag on Tezuka, but she quickly restrained herself, suppressed the disrespectful smile, and said, "Strange, why did you ask?"

Probably because of the long-term discord between father and daughter, he was not sure of being accepted.

Tezuka was very clear about the answer, but he had no intention of explaining it to her—for whatever reason, they could finally remember Eri's birthday now, and perhaps, it was a good start.

"It's too late," he changed the subject bluntly, "...let's talk about it next time."

Before he finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone, he heard an eager voice from the other side, "——wait a minute!"

He put the mobile phone back to his ear, but the girl remained silent strangely. Hearing the sound, she seemed to roll around on the bed a few more times before she hesitated and said, "In the morning... can you wait for me to go to school together?" ?”

At the dinner table in the early morning, Beichuan's father really asked his daughter if she would like to hold a birthday party. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Eri always felt that her father's serious and rigid face... seemed a little... nervous?

"Sure, but I don't have any friends." Eri grabbed a piece of bread and replied casually, "I'm leaving first."

Tezuka was already waiting at the door, "Eri."

"Morning." The girl bit the bread and said vaguely, "Sorry, I overslept."

Although he might face the risk of being late, the boy still stood there motionless, "Finish the bread first."

"..."

With difficulty, she said, "I thought you hated being late."

"kindness."

"That's a waste of time!" Eri condemned with a serious face.

"Breakfast is very important." Unmoved, Tezuka opened the milk and handed it to her, then took the schoolbag from her other hand, "Let's go."

"……Oh."

Dare to love your principles and hierarchy...

Eri looked sideways at the boy next to him, the excessive indifference on the phone seemed to be just an illusion that she conjectured, as usual, there was no emotion on his face.

But... It is impossible for a person who cares about the title to not pay attention to the way he avoided it when his hand was stretched out at that time... Anyway, I seem to have overreacted.

She wanted to explain to him during the short trip to school together, but she never found a suitable opportunity.

The tram in the morning rush hour is very crowded, usually Eri doesn't feel anything when she is alone, but with the tall and straight figure of the boy standing in front of her, she feels that the space becomes more cramped for no reason - in fact, Tezuka even separated her from the crowd There was a little distance, but the aura on the boy's body invaded the senses directly and inexplicably, which made her feel uncomfortable.

For no reason, without relying on memory, she easily knew how close she was to this person, so close... just this level of contact made her want to reach out and wrap her arms around the young man's thin waist ——However, this idea is too strange!

Eri shook her head, wanting to get rid of the habits left over from those days.

She took another step back.

Sensing her movement, Tezuka lowered his head and glanced at her, with an indescribable depth hidden in his gaze.

"...No." It was only then that Eri remembered how misleading her behavior was, it was an upgraded version in the early morning, she waved her hand, and was about to explain something, when the tram arrived at the stop, the crowd was surging, and she was in a state of distraction The girl was hit by someone.

Tezuka finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to help.

When his hand was on the girl's wrist, she raised her head suddenly as if she was stimulated by something—this time, Tezuka could see clearly that it was the same as at that time, mixed with rejection, pain, and desire. Escape from the eyes of all kinds of negative emotions.

... However, she seemed completely unconscious. She didn't know what kind of expression she was showing in her subconscious at that moment. After Tezuka let go of her hand, she thanked her by the way, turned around and got off the car in a hurry.

Eri almost ran away from the platform as fast as she could.

After walking for a while, she slowed down her pace, shed the ignorant expression she was holding on to in front of Tezuka, and wondered about her sudden and intense emotions just now, before she could think of any results, Someone called her from behind.

"Eri."

She stopped and saw the young man walking slowly, and she didn't know how long he followed behind her.

From the direction he came from, it seemed that he had just left the platform, but she clearly didn't see him on the tram, whether it was today... or every day in the past.

"...Morning, what a coincidence today."

The visitor, with a lazy Kansai accent, stopped beside her, showing his very good, slightly ambiguous but not offensive smile on the side of his face in the morning light.